blue

a moment of truth -- a poem.

you told me i had blue eyes,

and i thought that was strange—

because of course i did:

they were blue like the rain.

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“i’ve had them since forever,”

i said, my lips tugged into a frown,

wondering why you had spoken

as if it were something profound.

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“no,” you replied, shaking your head.

“you have blue eyes.”

as if they could be something else instead.

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yet i realized—

with painful spite—as the familiar sting crept to the corners of my eyes,

you hadn’t meant the color at all,

and that was when the tears

started to fall.

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wishing you well. <3

cali